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In agony they came to know God.
The air is rich with the scent of blood and repentance.The sinners calling out to their putrid god above as their blood hits the dirt below.
Flesh stripped from bone, blood filling cups for all to enjoy when the light has faded from their eyes. Ignorance is pain.
Pain is repentance. It's the price of delusion driven living. Your might has kept you from seeing what is truly right. Lose all your senses and see the light.
Come to the cross and be cured by way of the blade. Your beloved father awaits just beyond the Crimson caked gate.
Flesh stripped from bone, blood filling cups for all to enjoy when the light has faded from their eyes. Ignorance is pain.
Pain is repentance. It's the price of delusion driven living. Your might has kept you from seeing what is truly right. Lose all your senses and see the light.
Come to the cross and be cured by way of the blade. Your beloved father awaits just beyond the Crimson caked gate.
Published 6th Sep 2019
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